The way she smiled with him, it was different. It was butterflies in her stomach, heat in her face, sweat on her palms, and the pounding in her heart. The way he smiled with her, it was different. It was in the crinkle of his eyes, the curl of his lips, the depth of his laugh, and the pounding of his heart. The way they smiled together, it was different. It was the relief after a "Baby, I'm sorry. It was the forever behind every "I love you.". It was the love in every beat of two hearts pounding as one. -A.L.S. #Original #Poem ...kinda sorta thing. #EarlyMorningThoughts #FavoriteQuote by lexie.722